My world is changing. Everything is happening so fast and I feel almost like an outsider looking in on my life. I feel quiet and contemplative and suddenly full of life and exhilarated and other times just plain exhausted and defeated. In the last couple of weeks we added a tiny soul to our family. As I began to cherish and really relish this newborn phase {since with Alexa I didn't really get to enjoy it} my safe little nest was shaken. The good thing is that I had already learned that life moves forward in beautiful yet sometimes challenging ways.
About two and half weeks after giving birth to baby Luke, my dad, father, papi, my first love and protector, suffered a life altering debilitating stroke. My family initially thought of protecting me from the news but it was just much too big to keep secret. I struggled between being there for my dad, mom and siblings and being here for my little ones, especially my tiny one who was/is so very dependant on me as I am his primary source of nourishment. My dad's stroke happened on the evening of June 6th. I knew that strokes kill and I had seen/heard of some people who had strokes and were somewhat affected but still looked and acted fairly normal. I didn't know the in-between. NEVER imagined a stroke could cause all that my father has been through these last couple of weeks. It is truly incredibly scary.
He was initially able to receive a clot busting medicine but this did not help as much as the doctors had anticipated. The stroke completely affected the right side of his body and he was initially unable to swallow. Because of this he needed a feeding tube, the feeding tube quickly became severely infected (lack of care) from irresponsible nurses and docs {but that's another story} so they removed it. It was not healing and so he required abdominal surgery to sew his stomach and clean out the infection. After three weeks of this, we were finally able to get him over to an intensive rehab therapy hospital to help him deal with the aftermath of the stroke on his body. My dad has not been able to speak intelligibly since the day of his stroke. He has something called Aphasia and Apraxia. He can understand us but we can't understand him. It is very frustrating for all of us. We want to know what he is feeling and thinking. It is very isolating and probably the worse thing you can have when you are in the hospital because you can't express your needs or pain.
my dad as a youth
My dad was an independent, fairly young {just turned 58}, strong and jovial person. Loved talking, telling jokes, making people laugh and feel at home. I've always admired his keen sense of hospitality and strived to be like him. He was a gifted musician and artist. He could play any song on any instrument all by ear, never requiring musical notes but his favorite instrument was the organ. While kids he filled our home with music.
It breaks my heart so see him in a wheel chair, unable to express his thoughts and feelings and to do the things he enjoyed but we are so thankful he is still with us. So glad he can still enjoy watching his grand kids play, a beautiful sunset and a delicious homemade meal. We are thankful for what we still have but the truth is also miss my old dad. I have cried for the loss of the man I knew. It is strange to mourn someone while they are still alive but I've learned it is part of the process after a debilitating stroke. There is so much I wish I could ask him now, so many things I feel like I don't know about him. We all thought we had more time, he is young, we didn't expect this at all - ever.
my dad and me
So you can say that this summer has been far from ordinary. I feel like my kids just got out of school for summer break and in about a week it is time to back to school. Time just rushed by. I am from California and I think it just doesn't feel right that kids go back to school here at the beginning of August when we are still in the thick of summer. As a child I really enjoyed going back to school in September, after the Labor Day holiday, one last summer hurrah! And then you could just feel it in the cooler air, autumn was coming and so was the beginning of a new school year.
As I began to help my kids with getting ready for school, reviewing math skills for example, I began to question the quality of education they are receiving in public school. I liked the thought of being able to choose the curriculum, what they learn, how they learn it and just actively watching them come to new realizations. I really enjoyed the time we spent together teaching and learning and they seemed to equally enjoy it. Handling this on a day to day basis with two younger ones however, is a concern for me. So there is a whirlwind in my head about this and I will continue to ponder and explore the possibilities.
